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a mysterious font by the end of the north road just across from the spar da-ddy, don't marry da-ddy kkkitchens i know you're shutting i think you gave us everything that we could ever ask of a little racist shop but kkkitchens what were you thinking? what drugs were all your salesmen taking? i tried to run but spent the weekend shaking da-ddy, don't marry da-ddy